Deny: A Dark, Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance

by Jade Chandler

  A quiet rumble followed the announcement of each name. From the first twenty votes read, I led by fifteen. At thirty votes, eighteen were for me. I fell behind at forty and fifty, but then I moved ahead with thirty-four votes at sixty. Acid shot up my throat like an erupting volcano and my chest burned. I swallowed all doubts and stood staring at my brothers.

  By eighty votes I was ahead by ten votes, at ninety, I was fifteen votes up and nineteen votes remained. When Thorn called the last vote, thirty-four members voted against me, which included the twenty necessary to make the call. I had kept seventy-five of the bikers here. That should make me happy, but instead it pissed me off. I shouldn’t have had twenty against me. Shit needed to change, and I was the man to make that shit happen. And the biggest change needed was in Romeo’s area. Obviously that group was too isolated if they could almost bring me to their knees alone.

  I stepped forward. “Thank you, brothers, for your support.” I bowed to the right side of the room. Then I faced the left. More than half of them came from Romeo’s group. “You boys have used the right the bylaws gave you, but it didn’t promise no retribution.” I didn’t want to rip apart my club but I would cut out the cancer and cleanse the wound. “I will have Vex’s and Romeo’s cut, now. I expect all art covered in thirty days or we’ll do it for you.” The others I wouldn’t make leave, but staying meant a long road to reearn the trust they’d thrown away today.

  Thorn left the stage and stopped first behind Romeo. He stood tall and shrugged off the cut, falling into Thorn’s hands. Jaw tight, he turned and walked with a measured dignity to the door. The prick had style. I nodded to Rock to let Romeo pass.

  At Vex, Thorn grabbed the cut and ripped it from his back. Apparently Vex didn’t have Thorn’s respect. Vex jumped away from Thorn, head down and hurried for the door behind Romeo.

  “Those of you who don’t like the direction of this club, it’s up to you to come to me and tell me why. I’m open to your ideas. And honestly, any who don’t face me will lose my total respect.”

  Lefty and Fox, two of Romeo’s men, let their cuts drop to the floor, anger radiated from them as they stormed out of the door. I eyed the others in the line. “All of Romeo’s boys in this line, report to Viper, you are now on duty at Bound.”

  “Let’s party,” someone called out from the right.

  “Brothers, I appreciate your loyalty and there’s food and booze like every Sunday, but when thirty-four brothers try and tear my club apart, I’m not in the mood to celebrate. I’m in the fucking mood to knock heads. To rip shit up because even one brother voting against me pisses me off. Church dismissed.”

  I stormed from the room and down the hall to my place. I slammed the door shut and headed to the far wall and smashed my fist into the concrete. Once, twice, I lost count after five. The more I hit the less satisfied I was.

  We’d won, but all I felt was a failure thirty-four times over. The bitter taste of it made me want to hurl.

  The whip cracked against the wall next to me. I turned, breath heaving, to see Marr decked out in full Domme dress. Her magnificent cat eyes burned into me with a sense of command I found comforting now. “Strip.”

  I shucked off my clothes in seconds and turned back to the wall, my hands stung from the hits to the wall as I spread them wide to brace myself. Eager for the pain, I panted unable to stand the wait. The whip snapped my shoulder and I welcomed the bite. “Count.”

  “One.” I panted. Already I felt cleaner, stronger.

  The whip hit again and again, dancing down my back with delicious pops.

  “How many can you take?” she demanded when I hollered ten.

  “Twenty, goddess.” Maybe then I wouldn’t want to flatten every one of those who voted against me.

  “We shall see.” She popped the whip against my ass.

  “Eleven.” I stroked my cock, needing just a bit of relief from the building ache.

  The whip struck again. “Twelve.”

  “Do not come,” she warned as the whip kissed my thigh.

  That might be a problem. I wanted to come as the whip struck me, but I wouldn’t. No way I’d cross my goddess in this mood. I still didn’t know how she’d been ready for what I needed when I hadn’t known I needed it. Yet the slices of pain cleansed me in a way nothing else would.

  I pumped my cock in my fist to take off the edge and bit back the desire to come, refusing to give myself that much relief. The sharpness of that need enhanced each chord of pain zipping through me. Alive with the pain, I embraced the next strike, letting it eat away the anger that had threatened to escape me.

  “Eighteen.” I panted, squeezing my cock as I held myself in check.

  Pounding on my door sounded over my shout at nineteen. The final stroke hit my shoulder. “Twenty.” I sighed, feeling more like myself even if I was on the edge of release. I needed Marr under me now.

  I heard the door open. What the fuck? I shook my head and turned around, cock in hand.

  “Fuck.” Dare growled. “Put it up. Romeo is out front still. Were you serious about that word with him?”

  Fuck. I’d totally forgotten that shit once my anger had grabbed hold of me.

  “Yeah.” I swiped the hair from my face and bent over for my jeans. “How long has it been?”

  “Ten minutes. I wanted you to have a few minutes to get your shit together.” He glanced between me and Marr.

  “You going out there like that?” He eyed Marr.

  She cocked a brow at me. I approved of her leather one-piece, flared skirt and thigh-high boots—what she wore at Bound every day.

  “Fuck yeah.” I wrapped a hand around her neck and brought her to me, resting my forehead against hers. “Thanks, goddess. Stay with me.” I gave her a kiss on the temple.

  I slipped on my cut and pants, not bothering with a shirt, before I followed Dare outside. Romeo leaned against the building away from the crowd celebrating outside. When I strode out the club door, bikers began drifting toward us.

  “Brian.” I nodded to him. “You should’ve told me.”

  “You shouldn’t have blackmailed your own father.” He spat on the ground. “Either of them.” He grinned at me. “The first one is free.”

  He’d taught me how to fight, and I’d never pass up any free shots with that son of a bitch. My uppercut to the jaw sent him stumbling back into a group of bikers who pushed him back to the center. He shook his head and met my stare. Brothers had closed around us in a circle. I glanced to the side and saw Marr watching a gleam of excitement in her cat eyes. That grounded me. I had a lesson to teach and respect to earn. His guys would be following me, so they had to see me beat the bastard. Something that wasn’t going to be easy. He was a mean son of a bitch.

  I brought up my fists as Romeo circled me—the bastard was deadly with his fists. He might be a decade older but that didn’t change shit. He’d handed me ass too many times to count, but today wouldn’t be one of them. The old bastard had been wrong to play me and I’d take it out on his body.

  I moved in and took his punch to land two of my own. With a dangerous opponent, never wait, faster was better. We moved in trading blows in quick succession—I got two to his one.

  “Come on, boy, get it done.” He baited me.

  I grinned wide showing all my teeth. “Old bastard.” I hit again and he doubled over, stumbling back. He straightened and rushed me, landing a solid hit on my jaw but my uppercut knocked him back again. I kicked out and planted my boot in his stomach. He lay there not moving.

  That wasn’t the Romeo I knew, but I didn’t hesitate. I dropped my knee but he rolled away trying to scramble up. I landed on his back and pushed him flat into the ground. “Just stay down, old dog,” I gritted out as I flipped him over, dropping a knee to his neck.

  He’d given me the win—that was obvious to
me since he’d taught me to fight. Maybe he thought this made us even—it didn’t come close. Yet I needed to be done with him before my rage took control. Even now I held back the dark need to hurt him in ways he’d never recover. I clocked him once more and blood flew from his mouth. He didn’t look back to me.

  “Get out and never come back.” I heaved in air with fast breaths, blood dripped down my chin but I only wanted to be sure he understood how deep his betrayal had gone—the damage he’d done. I counted him as one of my few friends and the fucker had betrayed me to Renegade. And worse, he’d fucking lied to my face.

  This fight was necessary for his men, but it did nothing to ease the rage his betrayal had caused. Hell if Marr hadn’t been there with her whip, I’d likely have beaten him to death or tried.

  I backed off him and stood arms crossed as he forced himself to his feet. He scanned the crowd, dropped his head and stumbled out of the circle, pushing away any bikers who wanted a parting shot. He was on his bike and out of the club lot in seconds. Yet I knew the betrayal would haunt me for years.

  I headed to my woman. “I need whiskey.” I didn’t look back. Of all the people who’d I thought might betray me, he was low on the list. He’d made it a point to make me deadly with my fists, taught me about honor and then betrayed me. I hunted for the anger, but it simmered low, all that was left was the betrayal. It made me appreciate Dare and Bear. Couldn’t put a price on loyalty.

  Marr sat next to me as we emptied one bottle of bourbon and had started on a second when Jacko, one of the thirty-four, approached.

  “Need to talk to you about today.” Jacko wouldn’t meet my gaze.

  I gave Bear a nod.

  “Tomorrow.” Bear put an arm around Jacko, one of Romeo’s boys I’d assigned to Bound. “He’ll be in the club all day...” I didn’t hear the rest. I was afraid of what I’d say tonight. Too much, too raw after Romeo.

  Marr’s hand on my arm comforted me. The woman had a sixth sense about what I needed before I knew.

  Dogg walked up not five minutes later. I owed him more than a favor for his old lady’s help. Help I was sure he’d sanctioned. “Boy, you got a good head on your shoulders. Make a helluva Prez.” He smacked my back. “You’ve grown up into a tough, smart bastard. Proud of you today.”

  “Fuck you old goat, next you’ll be crying in your whiskey.” I clasped him in a hug. “Thanks for the confidence.” I was glad my voice didn’t break as I sat down and pulled Marr onto my lap. I needed her now.

  Dogg had trained me to be a Master and he’d washed his hands of me when he’d found out how I’d crossed every line with Layla. I’d never forget the words he said to me. You fucking sociopath. You killed that innocent girl with your head games. You disgust me. You’re no Master, just a fucking boy with his toys.

  He’d retired six months later and I knew it was because of me. Romeo and Dogg had turned me into the man I was today—all the good parts came from them. The rest came from the fucked-up way I was raised.

  Marr’s hand rubbed light circles on my bicep, bringing me back to the present.

  Dogg’s words went a long way to ease Romeo’s betrayal. “That SOB chose the wrong side.” He smacked my back and winked at Marr.

  “Janie,” he hollered. “Take me home.” Janie appeared and winked at me before they wandered off toward their truck.

  I glanced at my woman, thinking home sounded like a damn good idea. I scooted her up and stood beside her, drawing her close to me. I glared at my two closest brothers. “Something better be burning or someone dead to knock on my door before morning.”

  “I ain’t knocking for anything. Marr will kill me.” Bear laughed. “You change your mind about a movie, you come down and see me.”

  She flipped him off before we turned and headed to the clubhouse.

  “What was that about?”

  “Dare’s got a big mouth, told Kyle what we were doing, and now he wants me for a whip movie. I told him to fuck off.” The Irish accent came out.

  Marr might be more lit than I thought. A pleasant idea, she was always more fun when she was buzzed, her normal restraint melted away with the booze and I got a sweet, emotional girl instead of the badass Domme.

  “We were interrupted earlier.” I backed her toward my bed.

  Her bottom lip pushed out. “I know we missed the fucking part and I was ready then.” She turned up her lips in a lopsided smile that was damn adorable.

  “Are you still ready?”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Marr

  Are you still ready? Was I ever? I’d been ready all damn day, he’d handled the shit Renegade threw his way with a cool head, at least that’s what Bear had said, then he’d beat the shit out of the brother who betrayed him—he defined badass leadership. No one would think he was weak. The idea of his strength combined with the way he’d let me help him after the meeting turned me on in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I’d wanted to take him against the wall with the blood dripping from his chin. Savage. Brutal. Beautiful.

  My legs hit the back of the bed and I fell back. He grinned down at me. “I like you there. Gives me ideas.” He turned from me but stopped at the door. “Strip off that sexy leather and get ready to be mine. Totally mine.” Then he was gone.

  I was already his, but I followed orders. I zipped off each boot and kicked them off before untying my outfit and shimmying out of it. I scooted up his bed and lay atop the covers waiting for him to come back.

  The door opened and he had a tray full of goodies. It was if he’d visited the sex toy store. Damn I wished I knew they were so well stocked.

  “Aw, fuck me.” He stared down at me. “You’re gorgeous.” Setting down the tray, he climbed up on bed with me, rope clutched in his hands.

  “No ropes, I like my hands free.” I shook my head and frowned at him.

  “Goddess, you’ll look magnificent in my ropes.” He grasped one hand and lifted it above my head and then the other. I didn’t protest, but I wanted to. The giant thought if he called me goddess, I’d do anything, and maybe I would. At least tonight. He’d had a rotten day and I’d do about anything to keep the smile on his face.

  Once he’d secured my hands to the bed frame he kissed me with a single-minded heat that drove me wild before he worked down my front stopping to clamp my nipples with hard clamps that made my nipples sing with pain. A delicious pain I loved. He bit my waist before he moved lower and rubbed his face against my small triangle of hair, like an arrow pointing to the pleasure spots. His tongue flicked my clit and I moaned, spreading my legs wider. He licked the cream from me and sucked the nub until I gasped from the pleasure surging inside me. He tugged the chain between my nipple clamps and I groaned. His wicked tongue played with me as my body soared.

  I fought for release but soon all I thought of was one more ounce of pleasure, just any bit of sensation to send me higher. I lived for each stroke of his tongue. Words flew from me but all I could do was work for more, live for the moment when pleasure lit me up. I was one large nerve ending and every sensation was a win that I savored.

  “Tell me what you want,” he commanded.

  “Make me come, please,” I begged, rocking into him.

  “Goddess, how can I resist.” He bent his head back to me, sucking my oversensitive clit. He pushed two fingers inside me and I erupted as the orgasm shot through me. I pumped into him, crying out as waves of ecstasy crashed through me one after another.

  He jerked the nipple clamps and I screamed as the pain chased pleasure through me. He was beside me, his rough hands stroking his cock. “Suck it.” He growled as he climbed atop me.

  I swallowed him down. “Fuck, woman, that’s it,” he murmured.

  I let him push into me, taking what he needed. My body still sung with the pleasure of my release and sucking him satisf
ied something primal in me.

  “Fuck yeah.” He moved faster and I opened up to take him deep as he thrust into me. “Can’t hold back.” He gasped.

  I fucked him with my mouth, wishing I could caress his sac, but I was bound tight. He pumped deep then shouted as he came. I sucked down his come, reveling in his wild release. He groaned and stilled while I played with the tip of his cock. He opened his eyes, meeting mine. He blew out a breath and grinned at me. “Thank you, goddess.”

  He slid down until he claimed my lips in a biting kiss that poured on the passion. I pushed up into him, needing to own him with the kiss. I couldn’t explain what drove me or why I had to own him now, but I did. I needed him exposed and raw, just like me. Untamed. Open.

  He moaned into my mouth the second before he broke our kiss, moving lower. I tugged my restraints. “Let me loose,” I demanded.

  “No way, you’re so fucking hot like this.” He grinned then dropped back to my cunt. “I’m going to eat you again.” The words vibrated against my sensitive flesh.

  “No.” I tugged at the ropes.

  His tongue flicked my clit and my “no” became “yes, please.” He sat back from me and grabbed something from his tray. A wicked grin played across his face. “I hope you like to beg, goddess.” He held up a vibrator and a plug.

  Fuck me. I was a goner. “Don’t,” I pleaded.

  He laughed and slid the vibrator through my wetness before he thrust it into me. I bucked and wondered how I’d survived empty so long. Then he pushed the bottom and it came to life. “Baby,” I moaned, rocking my hips trying to ease the building ache inside me.

  “And now.” He coated the plug with lubricant before he lowered it to my ass. “Lift for me, oh, good girl.” The cold tip pushed through my barrier and filled me in the best way. He pressed the bottom and it vibrated too.

  “Noooo,” I groaned, unable to satisfy the itch the dual sensations created.

  “Let me help out, goddess.” His tongue flicked my clit and I pressed into him.

  I panted, unable to focus as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I was lost and nothing I did relieved the need that felt humongous and just grew bigger and bigger until I was sure I’d explode into tiny pieces. My cheeks were wet with tears of frustration. I tugged at my binding and the pain only increased my need, but at least it was different, not the consuming pleasure that ate me whole.